Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 24
Her name was Mia Mendelsohn. She was young, beautiful, sexy. The outfit
she wore could not completely conceal the voluptuous body hidden within the
material. So what if Mia was not too bright. If you are young, beautiful and
sexy, do you really need brains. Mia thought not, and thus far in her twenty
years she had been remarkably successful. If not the smartest coed at the
Beauty College, she certainly was one of the most beautiful.
It was no wonder that she was on the Amazons' "want" list.
The brunette accepted without question the offer to become a model so some
company she had never heard of. It was only a first step. She was certain that
one of those cosmetic companies would want her to model lip gloss or mascara or
something along those lines.
"Slave Girls Fashions?"
The woman smiled at her. It was a warm, friendly smile. That alone should
have warned Mia, but we did mention that she was not too bright, didn't we?
She identified herself as Crasinda Caruthers, a simple clerk in this
establishment.
"Of course! It is the coming rage, if you pardon the pun."
"But why would a woman want to dress up as a slave girl?"
"Why should slave girls have all the fun?"
"What?"
"Isn't this how it is? You want your boyfriend on top you making you come
over and over but he is too tired. Why? Because he spent all his energy on
some slave girl wearing a few satin items. So you dress up the same way. Who
is he going to choose you or the slave girl?"
"I guess..."
"And then there is the additional plus of the restrained orgasm."
"The what?"
"You mean you haven't...You are in for a treat." The woman started to
turn, but as an afterthought turned back to the beautiful co-ed. "Which do you
prefer, blonde or brunette?"
"For what?"
"To eat you, of course. Blonde or brunette slave girl?"
"Blonde."
"You get dressed. I'll get you a blonde, one with really big titties."
Mia had no way of knowing that this shop on a side street was connect to
the Amazon's headquarters. Well, she would find out soon enough, but not soon
enough to keep her out of a slave collar.
The beautiful brunette carried the few items given her into the dressing
room. She needed only a few seconds to strip down naked. Since she was
unfamiliar with the slave girl's attire provided her, it took much longer
getting dressed (so to speak).
She pulled the sheer black stocking up her legs, first the right, then the
left. She saw she had not done a good job so she ran her hands up her legs to
smooth out the material. She held the stockings up with a satin garter belt.
The flimsy little belt was red satin with black lace trim in front. Once she
had it on, she adjusted the length of the straps before attaching the tops of
the stockings. Finally she smoothed out the stockings once again before
adjusting the length of the straps.
She wished there were panties to go with this attire, but Crasinda had
assured her that she would not need them. If some blonde slave girl was going
to be eating her anyway, they would only get in the way. (When you are not very
bright, rationalizing is easy.)
The bra was next. Well, it looked like a bra, though it provided little
support. The red satin half-cups lifted her titties without covering the
nipples. Her boobs were very large, and this bra made them look even larger.
Mia raised her arms to grab the nipples between the index finger and thumb
of each hand. It took only second to make them hard and pointed.
"I hope it doesn't take her long to get that blonde," she murmured aloud.
The only other items of clothing, if they could properly be called
clothing, were the high heeled sandals. They were red patent leather so they
matched the garter belt and the bra. Mia sat on a bench to put them on (and
immediately remembered she had a bare ass). She slid the sandal on her left
foot. One strap across the top of her foot and another around her ankle insured
that it would not come off accidently. Quickly she donned the right and
fastened the straps.
She looked at herself in the full-length mirror.
"How can any man resist this?" she said aloud as she stared at her
reflection.
The garterbelt and straps framed her pubic hair, immediately drawing
attention to it. Her gaze more upwards from her crotch across her flat stomach
to the large titties. Her hands returned to the nipples to play with them.
She knew she would be a great model at this.
"Mia, are you about done?"
"Yes. Do you have a robe I can wear?"
"You don't need one. It's just us girls. I have a display room down the
hall here. There is nobody here but us. Come on out."
Mia first stuck her head out of the door. She saw Crasinda leading a
blonde slave girl down the hall. A few meters beyond the dressing room, they
turned into a room on the other side of the hall. The beautiful brunette looked
back toward the front of the store but there was no one there.
Quickly she stepped down the hall and into the other room.
Crasinda had the blonde kneeling with her back to the doorway.
"Check her out. Does she look good enough to eat? Or at least to eat
you?"
As soon as the brunette stepped into view, the blonde's stared at her
pussy. Mia smiled. The blonde had all the attributes of being completely
submissive. It had to be true that blondes were born to be slave girls.
"Stand over here so I can get you secured into place."
The beautiful brunette moved half the distance before stopping.
"What are you going to do?"
"You have to be restrained so you can enjoy the orgasm. You have heard of
restrained orgasms, haven't you?"
Not willing to show her ignorance, she nodded. With her lips tightly
pressed together she took a couple more steps in the direction the woman wanted.
"You have to stand here with your legs spread so the slave girl can eat
you."
That seemed to be fun. She glanced at the blonde slave girl. She seemed
so eager to please her.
"Wait a minute. You forgot the gloves."
"What gloves?"
"The gloves that were...oh! Did I forget to give them to you? Red, that's
your color motif. Let me get you a pair."
Crasinda quickly exited the room, leaving the beautiful brunette alone with
the blonde slave girl. Mia glanced at the door to see if anyone was watching.
Convinced she was alone, she stepped around in front of the blonde.
"How bad do you want it?"
She stuck her pussy in the slave girl's face. The blonde could not use her
tongue as she wore a ballgag. She did know how to use her nose.
Though she was enjoying herself, Mia was not close to any orgasm when
Crasinda returned.
"Put your right arm out and I'll help you get it on."
The woman returned in a few minutes with the gloves. With her help, it
took Mia only a few minutes more to put them on.
Mia glanced at a mirror on the far wall.
"Don't I look ridiculous?" she thought to herself. Her arms and legs were
covered, but all the choice parts of her body were bare.
"Now stand right here with your legs spread so one foot goes into each
stirrup."
To get each foot through the leather strap, Mia had to stand with her legs
spread far apart. She placed her hands on her hips.
"You know, it wouldn't be too hard to fall over in this position."
"No, you won't. The strap and chains keep you upright."
As she said that, Crasinda crossed the room to a cabinet where she got a
leather strap.
"Raise you arms in the air. It goes around your chest above the titties."
When Crasinda finished buckling the strap tight, she attached a pair of
chains to rings on the sides. The naked brunette could lean forward and back
without falling over.
While she tested the limits of her movement, Crasinda brought the blonde
slave girl over in front of her. Mia watched as the blonde stared intently at
her pussy.
"Is she a natural?"
"Blonde?"
"No, slave girl."
"Oh, no. We trained her. We got her from a trader who brought her in from
out of town."
The blonde had actually been a shop clerk a week before. Two days of
intensive training had taught her that they would reward her if she did a good
job of eating pussy. If she did not, they would punish her. It had been days
since they had punished her. She stared at the brunette's pussy in anticipation
of eating her.
"We will start off slowly, just so you get the hang of it."
Crasinda returned to the cabinet for a blindfold.
"What is that?"
"Just a blindfold. You've worn one before, haven't you?"
"Of course." Mia had fantasies of being a slave girl just like every other
woman she knew.
The blindfold covered her eyes completely so she could see nothing.
"Try not to make too much noise."
Mia's hands shot forward to grab the blonde's head as she felt her mouth on
her pussy. It took only seconds for her body to react. The first orgasm was
short but beautiful.
By then Crasinda had returned from the cabinet with a rope and a ballgag.
She paused to let the beautiful brunette come two more times before moving
around behind her.
"Remember, I said this was restrained orgasms."
Forming the rope into a loop, she passed it over Mia's right hand. As
gently as possible she pulled that arm in back, then the left. In seconds she
had the co-ed's wrists bound together.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh!."
Mia's orgasms were coming quicker now. She barely had time to recover from
one before the next started.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"
"You are definitely making too much noise."
Mia could not resist as the woman popped the ballgag into her mouth.
Quickly she pulled the ends together behind the captive's head so she could
buckle them together.
Crasinda then turned her attention back to the co-ed's arms. Running one
end of the rope up to the brunette's left elbow, she loosely secured it in place
using a simple hitch. She repeated the process with the other end of the rope
and the other elbow. Once down, she looped each end around the upper arm on the
other side. When she pulled, she drew the beautiful co-ed's elbows together.
Quickly she tied the ends together.
Mia felt the discomfort from having her elbows pulled together, but with
the ballgag filling her mouth, she was in no position to utter a protest. She
was too busy coming to care.
Crasinda went to the cabinet one last time, returning with a blindfold and
another ballgag. Standing behind the slave girl, she fastened the blindfold
over her eyes. When she pulled her head back, the slave girl opened her mouth
for the gag. Quickly she buckled the ends of the strap together.
Mia was a higher priority than the blonde. Bound and blindfolded, she
would remain kneeling where she was until someone came for her.
Unfastening the chains and the strap first, she freed Mia. Well, she freed
her enough so she could move. The beautiful brunette was too exhausted for the
multiple orgasms to resist as Crasinda pushed her toward the door.
Once in the hallway, they turned right, away from the front of the store.
A room on the other side of the hall was empty except for a large wardrobe. At
their approach the wardrobe slid to the side, revealing another passageway.
The Amazon working the mechanism smiled as Crasinda guided the buxom
brunette past.
Mia was now bound, gagged, and naked inside the Amazons' headquarters.
